My name sounds like something you'd see watching x-rated content with just dudes, But actually I'm a language, a cool one! Adapting the letters you know in ways they were never intended, Completely useless to learn anyone that knows me will almost definitely speak English better, but they have a feud, Another term for Irish, a language I recommend

I run but never walk, I have a bed but never sleep. I can roar or whisper, And always find my way to the sea.

In Nineteen-Sixty-Three I was the name of rather long movie, But you go a little further back, back into Egypt's past, if you want to know the real me, One thing you might know, is that I was the last Pharoah, my word was the same as a god's, But you might not have known, though I was Egypt-grown, that I was actually Greek, not Egyptian at all

Tulips, windmills and heaps of cheese are the first things a visitor's mind's eye sees. Oh, and wooden shoes of course, the common trope. -Almost- nobody actually even owns these things, nope! Also, don't be disappointed that not every city has dikes. The one image that does fit, however, is that of millions of bikes.

Neighbor link? Place for muppet panhandlers? Frequent rap topic. Most people want to move on to Easy, but not many make it.